Su Hua glanced at them briefly, then lowered her head and followed the two old women to the wooden house. Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd, "Am I seeing things?! Is that the girl behind Granny Niu and Granny Ma the one who was just kidnapped into the village today?"
As the exclamations subsided, Su Hua suddenly felt hundreds of burning gazes upon her, and the sounds of the hand drum, flute, and bili (a type of reed pipe) seemed to slow down a beat.
Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of voices erupted like boiling oil in a pot.
"No wonder, our chieftain specially organized a bonfire party for this girl. With such a beauty, who wouldn't tremble with fear upon seeing her!"
"There's a saying, what's it again? Seeing is believing. We brothers have been looking at paintings for so many days, but no painting can compare to the real person!"
"That's right, this beauty's face, waist, and legs are all my heart's desire. I'm just waiting for the chieftain to finish enjoying her so that we can have a sip of meat soup too."
“Wang Da, Zhao Er, Qian San, Liu Si, Bai Wu, today it was the five of you who followed Master Xu to kidnap this girl. You only know how to eat meat and drink soup when you have such good girls, but you didn’t even utter a sound when you got here. Do you still consider us your brothers…”
Upon hearing this, the five people who were called out all turned their gazes away from Su Hua. After being teased in Qingshui County, they were then thoroughly beaten by Master Xu.
As for the beauties, they didn't even get to touch their faces.
Eat meat and drink soup? Eat my ass! Drink my ass soup...
It's much better to eat roasted lamb!
Su Hua frowned as she listened. These people had mentioned paintings again. Back in Dead End Alley, Scarface and his group had also talked about portraits.
And the discussions among the people along the way as she enters Qingshui County today are probably inextricably linked to the portrait.
Who on earth would go to such lengths to bring her to this bandit's den?
Now, there are several hundred people sitting on this open space alone, and who knows how many more are secretly staying in the village.
She could understand some of the people speaking the official language of Yu the Great, while others kept babbling incoherently.
These people also differed from the men of Yu the Great in appearance and stature, being taller and stronger than the average man of Yu the Great.
She glanced at her bright red dress, the silver buttons on which gleamed in the firelight.
This exotic style of dress should not belong to Yu the Great.
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